Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Chile and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mo-Dettes to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Icehouse,
Babytalk,
Nils Olav,
Newcleus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joey Negro,
The Divine Comedy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yellowson,
Supertramp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brick,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Skatalites,
Sound Behaviour,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Audionom,
U.S. Maple,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
cv313,
the Association,
The Gories,
Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visage,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kayak,
Mr. Review,
Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Albert Ayler,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra,
Depeche Mode,
Popol Vuh,
Public Enemy,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Womack,
Camouflage,
Hasil Adkins,
Erasure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Second Layer,
Dead Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crash Course in Science,
Jawbox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Axelrod,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.